Hotter Than Hell
Gomez nods and leaves the room without looking at me again.
"Eat," Moon commands.
"Yes, sir," I clip back. This gains me not so much as a semi-grin. He's so intense right now.
He places the tray next to my hip and picks up a cracker, nibbling it while I dig into the soup. "It's good," I say between bites. Nope, I will not watch his lips move over that cracker or think about licking the small crumb at the edge of his mouth.
The soup is absolutely delicious. I glance up and watch Moon lick the crumb from his lips. My inner thighs tingle. I'm banged up and not feeling well, and I still want to run my hands across the stubbly line of his jaw and lick his mouth.
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